Douluo: Humans are peerless, fake gods.

Just as the dark dragon's breath became thinner and thinner, Long Xiaoyao truly felt the threat of death. Although he was ready to die, he didn't want it to end like this!

"Roar--"

A roar erupted from the depths of Long Xiaoyao's throat. He desperately mobilized the energy in his body, trying to increase the power of the dark dragon's breath.

However, the burst of energy now has reached his limit. While burning his life, the strength he exerts will only get worse and worse.

Blood gurgled out from the corners of his mouth. Long Xiaoyao has reached the edge of running out of oil, and even the originally solid body of the dark holy dragon has become illusory and even transparent.

Finally, the dark dragon's breath could not withstand the sword rain's offensive, and the dark light pillars were submerged in the ocean of sword blades, completely annihilated.

"It's over, Long Xiaoyao."

With that said, Su Luoheng waved his hand. The power of the steady stream of sword rain did not diminish and continued to pour down on Long Xiaoyao.

Is it finally over?

Although unwilling, it seems to be expected...

Long Xiaoyao looked up at the sword rain that was so close at hand, with a sad look in his eyes.

"Dang Dang Dang——"

In an instant, the long sword hit the huge body of the Dark Holy Dragon, although the scales were extremely hard. But under such a fierce attack, the scales on its body were damaged one after another.

"hold head high--"

Amidst the shrill roar of the dragon, streaks of black blood spattered. The body of the Dark Holy Dragon gradually became blurred and was submerged in the endless rain of swords.

……

……

The desert was silent, the sky was still dark and gloomy, and on the desert filled with wind and sand, countless long swords were scattered in the sand. They are piled here like a small mountain.

The huge body of the dark holy dragon has disappeared, replaced by a human corpse that has been pierced by hundreds of long swords on the sword hill.

Blood was still dripping down the blade, but there was no breath of life left.

This corpse is none other than Long Xiaoyao. And without his soul core, he was unable to survive at the last moment. He could no longer maintain his true martial soul, and was eventually buried in the endless rain of swords.

Dragon King Douluo Long Xiaoyao has fallen!

This is the first Ultimate Douluo to die under the control of the Infinite Sword, but it will definitely not be the last.

Before this, no one would have thought that Dragon King Douluo, who had been invincible in the soul master world for more than two hundred years, would die in the hands of a seventeen-year-old boy. And he is just a soul saint.

Su Luoheng walked slowly to the sword hill and stopped for a long time beside the broken body. His expression was very dull, and he didn't seem to be too happy that he had killed Dragon King Douluo.

"Long Xiaoyao, Dragon Emperor Douluo."

"Your era is over."

Long Xiaoyao is a suitable opponent.

And this battle represents the collision of two eras.

The end of one era also means the rise of another. Su Luoheng defeated Long Xiaoyao, which also meant that his strength had reached the peak of Douluo Continent at this moment.

After saying this, he stretched out his right hand and flicked it over, and the long sword stuck on the corpse turned into dots of light and slowly disappeared. Immediately afterwards, under his control, Long Xiaoyao's body floated into the air. Su Luoheng turned around and walked away.

Behind him, the desert world gradually becomes transparent, and the outline of the real world becomes clearer. When Su Luoheng stepped out, the surrounding scene suddenly spun, and the desert was completely replaced by the real world.

……

……

Meanwhile, the outside world.

Within the Silver Moon Divine Light Barrier, although Ye Xishui was stronger than Kong Deming, with the blessing of the tenth-level soul guide, it was difficult to tell the winner for a while. There is no time to take care of the evil soul masters of the Holy Spirit Sect.

On the other side, the Xuewu Yaoyang Domain opened and was covered in ice for thousands of miles. The evil forest instantly turned into a world of ice and snow. The evil eye tyrant master who was originally playing at home was sadly turned away by the Snow Emperor.

Nowadays, the Snow Emperor who has successfully condensed the three soul cores is the well-deserved ceiling of combat power on Douluo Continent. Defeating an evil-eyed tyrant master is naturally more than enough.

At the same time, Jing Hongchen, Ran Yuming and others were also steadily surrounding and killing the defeated soldiers of the Holy Spirit Sect.

However, although the situation at this moment was very unfavorable for the evil soul masters of the Holy Spirit Sect, this group of people still resisted tenaciously and did not break up and flee, showing strong fighting resilience.

The reason for this situation is mainly because of the existence of Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao. Everyone in the Holy Spirit Sect, including Ye Xishui, generally believed that he was just accidentally trapped.

After all, Long Xiaoyao's strength is well known to everyone: he is worthy of the ceiling of the soul master world's combat power. It is only a matter of time to solve a soul saint, and there is no chance of any unexpected situation.

And as long as Long Xiaoyao frees up his hands, an Ultimate Douluo-level combat power will be enough to completely turn the situation around. It's too early to tell the outcome.

Therefore, although the Sun Moon Empire has the upper hand in the current situation, they have absolute confidence in Long Xiaoyao.

At the same time, the Sun and Moon parties were also worried about Su Luoheng. After all, no matter how talented he was, he was only a Soul Saint, and his strength on paper was as big as Long Xiaoyao's.

Only the Snow Emperor had absolute trust in Su Luoheng.

【…】

Time passed quickly in the anxious struggle between the two sides, and the battle situation became more and more intense. The outcome of the battle between Su Luoheng and Long Xiaoyao has become the key to determining the outcome of this war.

"Buzz-"

Suddenly, at the place where Su Luoheng and Long Xiaoyao disappeared, ripples appeared in the space, and the desert world overlapped with the real world again. A vague figure could be vaguely seen stepping out of it.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were attracted by this scene, and even the fierce battle stopped for a few seconds. Everyone is waiting for the final result. They all know what this means.

Finally, the figure slowly became clear, and Su Luoheng, wearing Chiyuan's battle robe, appeared out of thin air and hovered in mid-air.

Although his face was pale and his breath was disordered, he could not conceal the domineering and fierceness of the king at all. Because what he was carrying was Long Xiaoyao's body!

Long Xiaoyao's arms hung down weakly, his whole head drooped, and his whole body was covered with shocking sword marks. No life left at all. It has obviously been dead for a long time.

In an instant, the whole place was silent. The expressions of everyone in the Holy Spirit Church suddenly froze, as if they had been hit hard in the chest by a heavy hammer. His face was extremely pale.

Long Xiaoyao, dead?

They simply couldn't believe what was happening.

This, how is this possible?

That's Dragon King Douluo!

The dignified Ultimate Douluo died in the hands of a Soul Saint?

It's fake, how could it be Dragon King Douluo?

While the evil soul masters were still in a daze, Su Luoheng's next words completely shattered their last glimmer of hope.